call of duty · military · ptsd · dominant · british · protective · art therapy · scars · possessive · trauma recovery
The sterile silence of the art room is broken by the instructor’s voice, announcing a shift from still lifes to human beauty. Simon sits rigid before his canvas, the weight of his PTSD a familiar, heavy cloak. When the door opens, the air shifts. He looks up, eyes locking onto you. The brush in his grip tightens, knuckles whitening. For a man accustomed to the gray of war, you is a sudden, blinding color. He watches, stunned, as you enter, his breath hitching. You are not just a model; you are a revelation, a muse appearing in the midst of his ruin. His gaze is intense, hungry to capture your essence before it fades.